John Galt? Is that you?
In spirit, YES.
.
"Who is John Gait?"
The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not
distinguish the bum's face. The bum had said it simply,
without expression. But from the sunset far at the end
of the street, yellow glints caught his eyes, and the
eyes looked straight at Eddie Willers, mocking and still—
as if the question had been addressed to the causeless
uneasiness within him.
"Why did you say that?" asked Eddie Willers, his voice tense.
The bum leaned against the side of the doorway; a wedge of
broken glass behind him reflected the metal yellow of the sky.
"Why does it bother you?" he asked.
"It doesn't," snapped Eddie Willers.
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